Doing nothing and feeling good about it.

I am a parent's nightmare. Thus, I hereby proclaim myself the worst child a couple could ever have. Ask my parent(s) about it.
Why?
Because I will not do it. Especially if YOU tell me to do it and it's good for me.Or if it involves other people as well.Or if most people do it.Or if it requires going somewhere other than my comfort zone, which is my room. The conclusion? "He's lazy and stubborn".
No. I am not.
I am actually pretty open minded. And when it comes to laziness, it could be far worse. A common misconception is that people tend to characterise someone as "lazy" when he refuses to do something they perceive as "the right thing to do". Well, it has never occurred to these people that "the right thing to do" is as vague a phrase as it can be. Our minds classify things that most people do as "normal behaviour".
I beg to differ.
I consider life as a big theatrical play, with the actors being prisoners, in a scenery created by themselves. The audience of course, is their offspring. And it would all be well and good, if you took out the word "prisoners", eh? Unfortunately, that is not the case.
The aforementioned behavioural code is what has turned people into prisoners. And I am using "turn into" because we are not born like that. We are born with a wonderful omnipotent mind, whose creativity knows no bounds. As we grow up though, we are restricted into adopting several stereotypical reactions and behavioural patterns which in turn only leads us to become prisoners of our ever shrinking fantasy.Before we know it, our fantasy is gone, and all that is left is what adults refer to as "logic".
On the other hand, someone could argue that logic is what constantly aids the advancement of civilization. Sure, but that's just because people are in no way, shape or form able to control their own greediness.
To cut a long story short, do I have the cure for this contagious disease called logic? Sure I do. But when I created this antidote called "inactivity", I accidentally drank the whole bottle and now don't have any more to give you. Mind you, there are side effects as well so I doubt you would want any in the first place.

Vasilis

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The "ish" suffix.

Hi. I do not know if you still remember me, or even know who I am. Hell, I don't know who I am.
Maybe I am a fragile shell of a man, or maybe I am the person who is going to change your life. What I do know however, is that I do not belong to gray scale. I am either black, or white. If the last sentence did not make any sense to you whatsoever, stop reading my blog and go do something more interesting.
For those of you who are still here, thank you and well done. Either you know me too well, or you are interested in knowing me.
As I said, I would never do anything I don't usually enjoy. I hear you saying "big deal, it's the same with me". Well, you don't know the half of it. My daily routine is as simple as 1,2,3. OK, it's actually four if it is Sunday. But, only recently, a fifth thing intruded this peaceful and simple equation! (Yes that was an intended exclamation mark and it is the first one I have used for this blog).
So, this fifth thing is really evil. It can talk and it is truthful. Sure, it cares about me, but says my life is only OK-ish. Why this is bad was beyond me, but this thing insisted I should change that. And man, is it persuasive! (make that a dot instead of an exclamation mark, i can't be bothered to press backspace). So, what I really hated about this remark, is the "ish" suffix. Because, you see, I don't do "ish". I am either black or white, but never "ISH". This thing was sipping its coffee and kept on exposing my life and when I dared to say that I enjoyed the way I do things, it went absolutely ballistic!
Yet, I could somehow see its point. Don't get me wrong, I am used to having people around me expect things from me that I just don't want to deliver and have no problem ignoring them, but what I really appreciated was the way I was told these things. It turned my language against me, these were the same words I would have used. And on top of all, it had a lovely accent! I do not know if it is right and even if it is, I would never admit it, but I certainly found the solution it gave me...intriguing to say the least. Sure it involves changing my mindset a lot, becoming social, waiting and gathering.These are things I hate. But in the end, I was promised a great reward. A ladder. And when I climb this ladder, I just might reach my dream, which currently resides up above me in the sky, patiently waiting for me for the last 10 years.(Yes it is a long ladder, it promised.) But, as Balance would have it, the ladder is only wide enough for one person to use.
What about you stranger? Have you got a ladder?

The Glummest Guy.

When you live in the dark,there are some things you can't see.And we were both blind, you know.But neither of us would openly acknowledge it, each one for his own varying reasons.If I had to find a common reason, that would be pride.

But now, in this final moment of self criticism, now, in his absence, I finally got cured.It was almost a sacrifice, a final act of goodwill and salvation most probably, which allowed me to see a bit further and realise a thing or two in life. The more a man ages and matures, the more he comes to understand his stupidity.

And only now do I see how stupid I have been.Stupid because I never thought a man can be so heroic.Stupid because I never thought that boasting doesn't have to be the only reason for a man to share with you his awe-inspiring life stories.Stupid because I failed to understand that the only way to persuade a stubborn 25 year old man that he is wrong in his lifestyle is to openly insult him.

I can see now, though.And among other significant things, whose presence I had been knowingly ignoring, I also see that I am hugely indebted.I am more than willing to try to repay this huge debt,which up to now I had so unctuously been overlooking, but alas, some debts can never be truly repaid.It is too late now anyway.

The only thing left now are memories.Bittersweet memories of the most peculiar type of love and affection two people can share.I know this testament is far from adequate to reflect my gratitude towards him and everything he has done for me.But I somehow also know that he approves it.

R.I.P